I am running so late today! I start work very shortly and havent even started doing what I wanted to.
I thought I would just quickly share a poem I wrote the other day!
'If I open my arms and pretend to be a tree,
Why am I not one?
If I fall and spread my arms like a bird,
Why won't I fly?
How can I use my imagination,
When I only know how to be human?
Oh, to become a child again,
where boxes made of cardboard
is a treasure trove of the possible.'
Just a very quick one today! I will hopefully be posting some stuff tonight, but I don't actually know how that will go in the end...I am only human! :)
I like the poem. And wouldn't it be great if we could all recapture that child in us.
ReplyDeleteHeidi’s Wanderings
Thanks so much!
ReplyDeleteI heard Charlie Todd (who created Improv Everywhere) say that as children we're told that playing is good, but then as we grow older, play is saying to be only for the children. I loved that quote and made me want to always be playing...like a child!
p.s. you have a gorgeous blog! xxx